The evening world. Newspaper, August 3, 1914, Page 14

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Sey ag Sp *, ay New York. Monday. August 3. 1914. CClorid, J Grr THe IMPRESSION THAT IF YA ED BEEN BAD Doe YA WouLdD TewTHeR YA DID ATH 1 ToD YA AN Didnt voued THE HAUTHIGE WHILE : TWuTd AWAY, DIDNT tT THA ADVANTAGE OF Bein’ A GooD Bs of l00-RAN! Hoo-Rey! COME AN’ SEE ; MR COVYNES PUPPOSIN' R YOuRSEWES Now _ MISS MARY. = T MARY Mi, CONE: daa our iW SUPPOSE WE QEHEA@RSE THE HAMMICcK — THIS “PROPOSAL” SCENE ¥ ONCE MORE. 1 THINK OUR pRaAMATIC CLUB WILL MAKE & BIG AIT WITH THIS PLE DEY and AXEL—Yes, the Finish of This ats chien 2 Lots of PEP Now | Gee Tar's THe Stuer! Se Rime ane We \TS A SHARK FiGuT Hl : Some STRUGsLE t! : r * Spex Fett” Fin anert t ‘ 4 (TLL Look GREAT ON THE AY CouLoNT FIND Now tick " AND MAKE (T : ; i i DAS SHARK , SO AY WATER , THEN GRING HIM % : 3 Eon ; FouGHT HIM ? UP iN PRONT OF THE 2 es 4 = CAMERA - 58 7, wie TP m AAAAAASAISAAAARIISIAABASAISAASARA IAS) ILLU: TRATING WEB STE @ $\ Gus Will Go to War, Will He Not? Copyright, 1914, by the Press Publishing Co, (The Now York Evening World.) nl Y= Yes x * * * He Will Not! YouRE A FINE one!—COMING IN SAAAAAIAMAIAAAAIASIIAABAAIIAABBIBAS AT TWELVE O'CLOCK LAST NIGHT! —You HAVE ABOUT AS MUCH IDEA OF A wife Lena wouldn't let me! She sticks] Oonited States? And ain't I an en-| times,” said Rafferty, turning the aub- J , Dar ooss In everything!” rolled woter? Let all the trouble| ject from Gus's martial record and HUSBAND'S DUTY AS A COLD STORAGE Coorrig, 1014, tthe free Pabilhing Co. “L thought you'd go anywhere the| makers what wants to fight go over|desires. “I've a couple of thousand EGG HAS —~) SURE DIDNT Do MUCH er Kalser ted you with echiager?”|and fight. But me, I got enough| dollars lying idle; now'd be a good THINKING WHEN \ MARRIED You! PERSONALS AND LOCALS. Queried Rafferty. “You'd better stay frome fighting mit my re eer ee to buy dividend-paying stocks, 4 ERE are some extry sneery “There, you see,” sa ‘afferty | eh?” sneers eneered by Amos turning to Mr, Jarr. “I told you Gus| A hollow groan greeted thene worda Pi nicomgtelt dimen To NOW Oe ANOTHER Crabb, our local sneerer: uidn't go." and Mr. Jarr and the bullder turned COME HOME CH COOKING There may be some good ‘Oh, I'll go all right!" retorted Gus, | to see Mr, Samuel Stryver, their Wall AS YOU TURN OUT ~ WHY 1 EVER SIGNED {n everybuddy only it don’t eget to N Away athe Gig my|put I ain't going till I'm good and rie age ated friend, clutching at UP WITH YOU [tS ONE OF THE , allus come out and show itself. wig w! adatruck farmiready, I'm a feller what can be . Mr, Stryver had on a yellow It's a lucky thing for moat men Labi) Peer Yetigi a) aoe coaxed to fight Wy Sends, but re mete and hia complexion that they ain’t jedged by the letters . now to be made to fight with people 1] matche perfectly, they writ durin courtship. guess the Kaiser would be sore about | gon’t like, sooner would I “What do you mean that we are When you hear a unmarried womin| jon; y 5 gs, so here it is, It'e a turrible ” we AL Sees ain against a wall and shoot m; going to have good times? he asked. despisin “mush” its a sign she ain't} thing—war, we mean: Kaiser will do! ‘Anyway, ain't I a citizen of the! “I think we are going to have good| “How can a war bring anybody good never tasted any. WAR, , Me ders put ie PC a Se amy times? Don't you know the Stock The moat sought after thing in this| Adove, shells duating overhead; face. “War is ii “ 9 ‘change had to close because every- world 43 a flea. Below, ten hundred million dead, oo ae ee HELP WANTED! ees tet io seme tna ony, accent eer aie ? ’ .| Ten hundred million cannons roar, not with our Kal Do you know how many points Brad Tewkabury’s hay fever I Ket-| ren nundred million throats go ary stocks dropped in a week? Do you tin worse stid of better. He says) rom tuising up the battle cry; know how many people were wiped he's glad his hired man's name is! /'en hundred million dryer yet out?” And he wiped his pipe. Ishood, because all he has to do to| That crave a drink of water wets aa “Well, that's what 1 wos waging,” call him 1s to sneeze. fo Anat vend repeated Mr, Rafferty. “War will cut When sounds the bugle call: “RBs prices down to bed rock, and now In the time for people who s : * ; rf the theme have a little to have discovered a mineral well | 7Zhe enemy ta mut to rattle “I tell you, war ts just what Gen. HYMEN EAL back of the house, Hank Diggs, our] ren hundred millions’ victory! Sherman aaid it was and worse!” local well-digger, who dug the well| The battle’s awful din ia done— | snaried the Wall street man. “Oh, to {4 MARRIAGE SONG.” —wWebster twenty year ago for old man Spooner, | One aide has lost, one aide has won, jthink thi thing should have bap- says as how he kin understand how | 474 those soho si0e UB ant cay? Mee nite ent tae it ie | “Away tehth war! Away! Avcayt® | pened when I was long on th |e | the water tastes differunt, bu "8! Amos Crabb, our local sneer | kets . si mineral it must be the bones of the or ae ry j ho didn’t realize what poner waiiind si eben c : | “If my wife Lena knew what is Mother Instinct. | The Marked Spot. heifer that fall (nto It’'three year awol uc ie sit te ceca the ee ee Hickville Doings ‘ From Our Hickville Corresp: jomt Hazen Conklin & rond lost three hens last night. Sh@ says as how she knows who done It and if she could find out who it wag she'd make it hot for him, Sence our herolck constabule, Seth Shutes, hag bin visitin' in Pompton, N. J., crime is gettin’ awful prosperous in our midst, Old Country, and T was in such a Qoorright, 1914. by the Press Publishing Co. (Tee New York Evening World.) IND now, what about the war, hey? asked Gus. “You'll seo what our Miss Euphemia Hicks, our. talented young poetess, has writ a pome om War which was printed in the Hick- ory Junction Chronicle. It ain't very on, bo} 8 » by gollies, I'll bet I'd go! a Mr. Sarr, winking at Rafferty t! “You know, of course, the Them city folks, name of Hall, who TR Ten hundred million tongues thas bought the old Spooner farm claim shout: 4 interrupted Gus, “Look here in the newspaper,” sald RaMerty quietly. “Here is the account and here are the pictures of the war Is till he read this pome. He igs about their business?” { ? going on mit the German boats tied T the close of his talk before a) 7 T WAS in the Burnet Woods Park | "48 petrified. nays, footen up all them ten millions, “They'll go about their business £ ve # Hoboken to take me back to Sunday school the bishop tar] last summer that a man hired @] Concord bugsy for sale, cheap, all | {must of bin some battle, enough,” spoke up Mr, Jarr | ountry she'd be worried,” vited questions. —— a boat, For almost the entire hour! ;t needs to be in pe to use Is new that he was allowed he crulsed| wheelp, new shafts, new cprings, new around on the little lake and then} joay, new axles, new seat and a coat @3 f.\ ST suddenly pulled for the shore. of paint, Ben Bellows, blacksmith.— | “I lost my watch overboard!” he Advt. shouted as he neared the landing| ~~" s For Infants and Childreg ai You kin have that buggy for $7. 1! In Use Fe A put it in anape for you for #30, A | sm oee For Over 30 Years whispered Gus. “We better not wor-| A tiny boy, with white, eager face, j7¥ her, or she might get mad and|at once held up his hand. | make me go!” “Please, sir,” said he, “why was “I don't see what right they bave|Adam never a baby?” closing the Stock Exchange when 1| The bishop coughed in doubt as to what answer to give, but a little girl, rts. the eldest of severa! brothers and 1 should worry!” said Mr. Ji alsters, came promptiy to bis aid. “Their business is to take ell the patriotic Germans in this who wish to fight for the Gus mopped his brow. “I don't see we got to do mit it,” he mur- ares “Anyhow,my wife, Lena, she 5 me go. Could | go to the ere?’ a the ratehman. ‘ t ~ te “*. fe ae pothing te Ipse, neither| “Please. sir," she answered smartly, | in the side of his craft. ‘I cu 8 Ben Bellows.—Advt. Signature of Werdia 8 jes, AD “thy al /‘ it where she it over,"—Cin= — Rare aor ta pt notbing to ‘there was mobody to muss meena went Mrs, Marthe © of Tanp ye ? : ‘ / ih wy Lt oe . "3 ¢, ae bdite in a) h

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